There are things that you should know,
When you are having a ride,
There are others out of favour ,
Hope and glory denied,

If you want to be a preacher,
Then you'd better think twice,
See The poverty and hunger,
That is lurking inside,

On the border you can harness,
All the wealth that resides,
With the promise of a new world,
That will never arrive,

Just wanna be right,
Just wanna be right,
Just wanna be right,
Just wanna be right,

In in the blackhouse,
You can say anything you wanna hear,
You can make it anyway and its all right,
Just as long as you feed the wolves,
Yeh...and you can hide your mind in a cube,
When the blackhouse rules,
Yeh....where anything goes,

Theres a lot of us out there,
That want to go for the ride,
Cryptic messeges we send ourselves,
Can fool our own minds,

But when you are a statistic,
To the fault on the line,
Try to remember that you gave the nod,
To money and crime,

Just wanna be right,
Just wanna be right,
Just wanna be right,
Just wanna be right,

Cause in the blackhouse,
You can do anything you wanna do,
You can be anything you wanna be,
Just as long as you feed the wolves,
Yeh...and you can pretend its not you,
Playing by those blackhouse rules,
Yeh....where anything goes,